With finals creeping up on me in less than two weeks, today I decided to take a much needed break and take the long way home (more correctly, I walked and didn't take the bus for once). They've just planted loads of new flowers on campus and it looks gorgeous! That kind of beauty almost makes my impending stress bearable!
On my way home I cut through the cemetery across from my apartment complex. I don't know why, and I hope this doesn't make me sound creepy, but I absolutely love walking through cemeteries. I am so fascinated by cemeteries. They give me this enchanted yet melancholy feeling. Being surrounded by these memories of so many past lives, and yet you don't know anything about them but the dates and names on their tombstones. It's a rather somber feeling to find those tombstones that say nothing more than a simple first name, or tritely state only the birth and death date with no name at all. I'm left wondering about those people who are buried with nothing more than their name, or nothing more than mother written on their tombstone. What kind of life did their lead? What kind of legacy did they leave behind? There are so many stories and adventures hanging in the air just out of my reach. I guess I love cemeteries because I am quite an enthusiast for ambiguity.
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